First off: Jesus, it is cold here! My fingers are going numb, I'm wearing about five tops, two pairs of pants, two pairs of socks, slippers, a hat... but no gloves, because I can't type in them. And I'm inside the freaking house! Damn, but the bottom of New Zealand gets really, really damn cold - and, from past experience, it'll be like this for a lot more than just three months. Gah.
Mind you I'll get used to it pretty quickly, and be back to walking around in t-shirts in the snow. <3 The first hit is always the worst.
Days sevens and eight
1. Yesterday I managed to run all the way from the Museum to the bus stop (through the University and the Polytech) in time to catch the bus. I must have looked a sight when I got there, but get there I did!
2. Also yesterday: I walked home in the rain/hail. Damn, but getting into the house felt good. Mind you, I quite like walking in the rain, anyway. It wasn't terribly cold then (that came later).
1. Today I got up at 7 (on a Saturday, when I have nothing to do), and spent an hour curled up in a chair, looking out the window, drinking coffee, and listening to music. I now remember why I like the mornings so much.